I Hate Flying. I Don't Planes. I

I'm Still Getting To The Good Part / The Breaking Down / Learning How To Write My Story.

I Overanalyze Things Way Too Much, To The Point Where It Affects My Life. Like, When I'm Talking To A Boy, I'll Overanalyze A Text Message He Sent. And I Have To Think To Myself, 'just Chill Out. Some Guy Sent Me A Text Message. That's All. Don't Read Something Into It That's Not There. Just Be Glad He Sent You A Text Message!'

I Don't Really Believe In Cliques - I Think Everyone Can Be Friends With Everyone.

Real People Aren't Perfect; They Fall Down And Mess Up And Screw Up. Those Are The Kind Of People That I Look To, And I've Always Aspired To Just Be Authentic.

I Hate Flying. I Don't Planes. I Get Really Anxious.